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Updated: June 3, 2025
"I don't spend my time in expectations about you. If " The Virginian wheeled his horse across the road. "Yu're talkin' too soon after reachin' safety, Trampas. I didn't tell yu' to hand me that rope this mawnin', because I was busy. I ain't foreman now; and I want that rope." Trampas produced a smile as skilful as his voice. "Well, I guess your having mine proves this one is yours."
'Tis no manner av use ye shtartin' in tu buck th' Force. Juty's juty ye know that." "Have you got a warrant, Sergeant?" "Eyah!" came Slavin's sinister growl. "We've bin fishin', Gully, up in th' big pool beyant. Well ye must know that pool. Fwhat we caught there is our warrant. Opin up now, will ye? else we bust yu're dhure in!" "Slavin Sergeant!
By the same magic, perhaps, that had transfigured her a moment past, she was now invested again by the older character. "Shore I reckon my callin' y'u a gentleman was a little previous," she said, with a rather dry bitterness. "But, stranger, yu're sudden." "You're not insulted?" asked Jean, hurriedly. "Oh, I've been kissed before. Shore men are all alike."
Then he turned to the trader. "Morley," he said quietly, "yu're not a talker, I know, but anyways! . . . I ask ye now . . . ye'll oblige me by shpakin' av this tu no man yet awhiles. . . . I have me raysons onnershtand?" The eyes of the two men met, and question and answer were silently exchanged in that one significant look. MacDavid nodded brief acquiescence to the others request.
In silence they retraced their steps and eventually reached their horses. Here the sergeant issued curt orders to his men. "'Tis onlikely th' shtiff can have got very far away in th' toime Mr. Gully tells us," he said, "an' he cannot shtay out in th' opin for long this weather. Get yu're harses over th' ice, bhoys, an' make th' thrack. Ye'll find an' openin' in th' fence somewheres.
Kape well down an' thread careful ontil ye come forninst th' back winder. Thin pop yu're head up circumshpict an' cover ut wid yu're carbine. Use good judgmint tho'; none av us want tu shtart in shootin' onless we're forced tu ut. Ondher th' circumstances 'tis best we thry an' catch um alive."
She comforted her offspring and bathed William's face in warm water, unheeding his protests and deaf to his explanation of the original cause of his injuries. It was only after she had made him drink a cup of tea and had sent the children out to their play again that he was able to explain his errand. "And yu're a rint collector a bhoy loike you! Think ov that now.
He chewed thoughtfully a moment, "We had some time with 'em," he added. "Shore did!" struck in Reed. "We was scared fur Larry, so we told him to beat it home which he did an' then we got Windy up to bed an' stayed with him nigh all night." Slavin looked at Brophy interrogatively. "Yuh can vouch for this, tu, Billy? He's bin in yu're place iver since th' throuble smarted?" Brophy nodded.
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